Not all chapters have specific dates attached, and it's definitely not in chronological order, sorry. Some do, as well as mentioned ages, so you can kind of figure out how old they are and when. Like Amidala, Emma started her political career young. She's only 18 when the Battle of Yavin occurs and the civil war breaks out.
Names have been adjusted to fit the universe. Prompts all come from The Lieutenant Duckling Network on Tumblr.
Prompt 1: "I have to tell you something. I'm not who you think I am." 300-500 words.
"Lieutenant!"
Lieutenant Killianul Joneswise of the Royal Naboo Security Forces turned at the sound of her voice. His heels came together automatically with a smart click, back straightening as he saluted Emmaala Swanraa, handmaiden to the Princess of Theed. "Lady Swanraa," he greeted, making her giggle.
"Killian, we're the only ones here." Emma gestured to the empty courtyard around them. She lowered the hood of her velvet cloak, revealing the intricately braided hairstyle she always wore: a symbol of her place. "No need to be so formal."
He relaxed into a parade rest. "It's bad form, milady. My ship would be taken from me if one of my superiors saw me."
She inclined her head, a small smile on her lips. "Many things would be difficult if someone were to see us," she said softly.
"Milady?" Killian asked. They often met in secret, due to her status and need for discretion - a handmaiden to the Princess could not often afford to be seen out and away from her mistress. But ever since they'd met during a military review from Queen Kylantha and the Princess Cygni some months ago, the two had been drawn to one another. Occasional official meetings were never enough, leading to secret messages and secluded meetings such as this.
Emma drew a deep breath, wringing her hands. "Killian, I have to tell you something. I'm not who you think I am."
His brows furrowed as he sat on a stone bench, motioning for her to sit as well. "Emma, what do you mean? Are you not an aide to Her Highness?" She shook her head. His confusion mounted. "I don't understand. You've stood beside Her Majesty and Her Highness. Are you part of the Apprentice Legislature? Another youth political group?"
She shook her head at each question, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She reached under her cloak, under her gown, drawing out a long necklace: a fine golden chain on which a golden, jewel-encrusted disk hung. Killian grew still at the sight, not needing to look closer to know what the crest meant. Emma's voice shook as she explained, "Killian, I'm not a handmaiden to Princess Cygni. I am Princess Cygni."